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Funny story:

We did an extended camp this weekend because of the Veteran's Day holiday. So Sunday evening, after the other two go, it's just my camping brother, and myself sitting around the firepit about 18:30... and it's pre-moon, so it's dark as HELL!

"BRRRRAAKKKK!" comes ROARING outta the darkness. "BRRRRRRAAAAAKKKKKK!!!!" Again.

He looks at me, and says "I ain't got a clue WTF that was."

I looked at him, and said "Pterodactyl?"

"BRRRAAAKKKK!!!BRRRAAAKKKK!!!BRRRAAAKKKK!!!BRRRAAAKKKK!!!BRRRAAAKKKK!!!" Five in a row after we spoke. I get up, get the Sub2k, and put 4 spare stick mags of 9mm in my cargo pocket of my Firehose pants, he grabs his AK.... Click the lights on, and go "A'ight, into the woods we go".

Searching back, and forth, trying to find the source, and he looks at me, and goes "kill the lights". Off they go, and in the dark we stand, listening intently, our eyes adjusting to the dark. I leaned over, and said "This is when the monster gets us, just to let you know." He smiled , "Not without a couple mag dumps."

After a couple minutes, lights back on, and back into the hollow. Still no calls... except The Women decided to call me RIGHT while I'm in the middle of the hollow, in the dark, with something making a horirble screech. Thought "Sh't this is becoming more like a horror movie every gadamma second!"

Nothing, we figured it might have been a Blue Heron, because their are nesting on the point, and in the bay, but never heard THAT noise from them. Back in camp, Brotha' uses his smart phone, and finds it's a Blue Herons ATTACK Screech! No wonder we never heard that before! As he reads "Blue Heron eat large fish, and gophers...gophers!??!" We re-read it TWICE! "Gophers! Who would have thought!"

Later on, he goes to his tent, me to mine, and asleep we go... till 05:10... the NASTIEST funk smell eminents from the darkness. It's a skunk, but a skunk, and feces... If you could take a smell, and make it WORSE? That's it. I hear him rustle, and I go "You up?" He goes "WHAT THE FRAK IS THAT FUNK!?!?" It's SO bad, we put on head lamps, pack up, and head out to the vehicle... as we get to the end of the trail road, there is a skunk ripped to SHREDS, and it wasn't hit by a car.

We put it together, a SKUNK was messing around with a BLUE HERON, and the Heron got pissed off, fought it, picked up, and flew it HIGH UP, and DROPPED IT, after using it's beak to tear it up a bit. What Mister Skunk did not know? Blue Heron's do NOT have a SENSE OF SMELL! Boo-ya'! BLUE HERON-1 SKUNK-0.... Camp has yet another cool story.

Blue Herons eat gophers? You talkin' the fuzzy things, or turtles?

Great story Rev. The phone call in the middle of the search is classic horror movie stuff!

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Could easily those sharp beaks with the powerful neck muscles behind them ruining a skunks day.

THE FUZZY THINGS!

Yeah! That phone call in the middle of the woods? HILARIOUS! I almost answered it, and was gonna MAG DUMP, screaming "OMG! WHAT IS THAT!?! SHOOT IT!" Then hang up... but I know The Woman... and she either would have called ever Cop for 100 miles to get there, or come up there herself armed...and would have been PISSED if she knew it was a joke.... and her mad, and armed? No Bueno!

BRRRRAAAKKK!!!!!

I wonder if that is what Michelle Obama sounds like when yelling at her husband for being a dumb a$$.

I know that a blue heron, and Michelle Obama have to both deal with stupid skunks messing with their well being. Maybe they DO!

Crazy story, Rev!


I've been hearing this around the cabin for the past two weeks... I know what it is, but dang it makes my hair stand up when I ain't ready for it!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0cPg7_nyoBc

scott9050 wrote:BRRRRAAAKKK!!!!!

I wonder if that is what Michelle Obama sounds like when yelling at her husband for being a dumb a$$.

Or when they're doing the horizontal bop?

Radiac wrote:Or when they're doing the horizontal bop?

Palladin, a few years back I was sittin' in the garage havin' a cold one and I heard that sound in the middle of the day. Brought me right up out of my seat. Took quite a while before I could get a look at it. Turns out that vixen had a hole with kits about 200 feet up the hill in a stump pile. Guess we were makin' too much noise!

It harkens back to when we brought a fresh-faced Romanian to the woods, and as we sat around the firepit... he said "Ssh, listen! Something's in the woods!"

To which the grizzled Ex Army Ranger in our group said "Yeah, there's always something in the woods, that's why it's called 'the woods'."

And the conversation resumed.

Coyotes are a relative new thing. As loners? No worries, but they're breding with ferral dogs, and the hybrids are starting to behave as a pack. THAT should worry folks!

Ain't no joke with a 'yote! They will indeed mess up your day! Especially if you're a Canadian Folk Singer.

http://www.cnn.com/2009/SHOWBIZ/Music/1 ... er.killed/

I saw a coyote, the other day. He was chowing down on some roadside venison. At least, I assumed it to be a coyote; I reckon it could have been a wolf. He was on the right side of the opposing lanes on the interstate, so it was hard to tell.

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Reverenddel wrote:It harkens back to when we brought a fresh-faced Romanian to the woods, and as we sat around the firepit... he said "Ssh, listen! Something's in the woods!"

To which the grizzled Ex Army Ranger in our group said "Yeah, there's always something in the woods, that's why it's called 'the woods'."

And the conversation resumed.

Coyotes are a relative new thing. As loners? No worries, but they're breding with ferral dogs, and the hybrids are starting to behave as a pack. THAT should worry folks!

Ain't no joke with a 'yote! They will indeed mess up your day! Especially if you're a Canadian Folk Singer.

http://www.cnn.com/2009/SHOWBIZ/Music/1 ... er.killed/

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Feral dogs can be dangerous on their own. Some years ago, I had a pack of them stalking me while I was on a squirrel hunt way out on Leading Ridge of the High Knob. I've always felt that if I'd been injured or a child I may have been attacked.

Telling you! When someone who makes an anti-gun comment starts talking about "loving the outdoors", I can tell that would be the LOCAL PARK!

Because in the REAL outdoors? You pack something, just in case. Don't care if it's a single shot .22LR... SOMETHING is with you.

Suddenly, I am reminded of the guy who decided to be a bear, and went to go live with the bears, and promptly got eaten by bears.

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dorminWS wrote:

Reverenddel wrote:It harkens back to when we brought a fresh-faced Romanian to the woods, and as we sat around the firepit... he said "Ssh, listen! Something's in the woods!"

To which the grizzled Ex Army Ranger in our group said "Yeah, there's always something in the woods, that's why it's called 'the woods'."

And the conversation resumed.

Coyotes are a relative new thing. As loners? No worries, but they're breding with ferral dogs, and the hybrids are starting to behave as a pack. THAT should worry folks!

Ain't no joke with a 'yote! They will indeed mess up your day! Especially if you're a Canadian Folk Singer.

http://www.cnn.com/2009/SHOWBIZ/Music/1 ... er.killed/

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Feral dogs can be dangerous on their own. Some years ago, I had a pack of them stalking me while I was on a squirrel hunt way out on Leading Ridge of the High Knob. I've always felt that if I'd been injured or a child I may have been attacked.

I was on that same ridge that day. I overheard the dogs talking after they had trailed you - seems they were going to attack on sight, but then they got wind of you and that you smelled like the Woodbooger...


Ack! Mamaaaaaa! Dormin's after me!!!